Why do I have so many masters?

The wind rose around, uninterrupted.

Wang Anfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, switching his grip to hold the blade with his right hand, while his left palm pressed against the end of the handle, causing the Barrier Blade to suddenly tremble.

A sound of a bubble bursting echoed in the air, Wang Anfeng's clothes billowed up, and then, centered around Wang Anfeng and Xu Sixing, a whirlwind erupted and spread to the surroundings, visible to the naked eye.

The remnants of clouds and mist in the sky were directly swept up and dispersed.

The moonlight had dimmed, and a faint light already appeared in the east.

The qi mechanism and Inner Strength within Xu Sixing poured out endlessly, not just creating a mere gale, but even showing signs of causing changes in Heaven and Earth Phenomena, forming a tornado that enveloped him and Wang Anfeng within.

Xu Sixing's life force now depended entirely on his body's qi mechanism, subconsciously protecting and barely preserving his life force, but as it was pointed out, the life force naturally began to dissipate.

If it were a common martial artist, in such a moment, there would be no choice but to use their own qi mechanism to protect Xu Sixing's last breath, otherwise it would become a burden. Yet, if his qi mechanism is not removed, when he recovers, it would be like nurturing a tiger to cause trouble. Even though tendons in the hands and feet are important, among the Middle Third Rank, there are no lack of experts who can roam the Jianghu solely with their astounding Inner Strength Cultivation.

This is a dilemma, where most experts in the Jianghu would choose to extend life with their own qi mechanism, or simply disable the limbs and leave the qi mechanism intact.

Yet Wang Anfeng was that one exception among ten, as Xu Sixing's qi mechanism dissipated, it was as if he had anticipated it. He patted his waist belt, and several dozen streaks of silver light shot out like stars, landing on the acupoints around Xu Sixing's body.

Then, using his own qi mechanism as a wall, he barely managed to lock in Xu Sixing's breath of life force, letting the rest dissipate, and that whirlwind eventually took shape, expanded, fluttering Wang Anfeng's clothes.

Wang Anfeng let out a low shout, with thunder spreading from his body.

The thunder spread visibly with him at the center, halting the whirlwind three steps away, preventing it from approaching.

Even though he could no longer borrow the qi mechanism of the Divine Weapon, with his own strength, suppressing the unintentionally caused Heaven and Earth Phenomena was not a difficult problem.

The sound of the wind whined, connecting Heaven and Earth, quite magnificent, yet in the eyes of the martial artists witnessing this scene, there was a sense of tragic helplessness despite the grandeur, representing the complete loss of a Fourth Rank martial artist's hard-earned cultivation.

Tie Lin rushed forward, accompanied by martial soldiers and government officials along the way, as well as the Sixth Rank city gate officer who was injured at the city gate, and the iron-armored soldiers guarding the city, totaling over a hundred people.

As Tie Lin rushed forward, he spotted Dongfang Ximing beside Gong Yu, slightly dazed, then saw the people of the Divine Martial Mansion who seemed more like battle-hardened soldiers than Jianghu figures, and saw that connecting-to-Heaven whirlwind and thunder.

His steps halted, with thoughts swarming through his mind.

Was that girl the captured Ning Xin of the Dongfang Clan?

If she's here, does it mean Feng An rescued her?

Did Feng An rush out truly to save her? Then what about his disguise and his connection with Wuxin, that aura like a top killer?

One thought after another surged in his mind, becoming increasingly chaotic and unclear.

According to initial speculations, Feng An was Yi Nanping, so his supposed reasons for saving people were just an excuse, with clues and evidence pointing increasingly to Feng An's real identity.

Yet now, the sense of reassurance shown by Dongfang Ningxin felt like an unreasonable move, overturning all his previous calculations, invalidating them.

The city gate officer who awoke from unconsciousness had his gaze pass over that whirlwind.

His focus was more on the surrounding marks, on the martial artists of the Divine Martial Mansion, and the formidable aura unique to the Martial Soldiers, and the intricately arranged Mechanical Crossbows, making him uneasy. Seeing the river water still boiling, he couldn't help but gasp in shock, his thoughts frozen.

That portion of the river seemed almost boiling.

At this moment, the wind sound grew magnificently, spreading further, and just as he instinctively became alert, a blade light encapsulated in thunder flashed, slicing this sharp whirlwind from the middle.

Then he saw a young man holding a blade in one hand, grasping something in the other, stepping slowly out of the center of the wind and thunder, his expression calm and unhurried.

Fifty vigorous attired with iron armor underneath, wielding blade and crossbow, cold and ferociously imposing Martial Soldiers of the Divine Martial Mansion retreated to either side, raising their right hands, lightly tapping their shoulders, heads bowed.

Behind him, the wind and thunder dissipated.

He emerged alone.

The more than one hundred people arriving from Liangzhou City saw this scene, feeling their throats dry, as the scenes of the previous night, whether it be the thunder traversing the entire city or the aftershocks collapsing the city gate, including the present whirlwind, were all utterly shocking and extraordinary to them.

Tie Lin lifted his head, looking at Wang Anfeng, thoughts racing in his mind yet no longer filled with hostility. He took a deep breath to calm the stirrings in his heart, and said:

"Feng An, who exactly are you..."

Wang Anfeng lowered his eyes, remained silent for three breaths, then chose not to hide it, pulling the token from his waist, tossing it to Tie Lin. The latter caught the token, saw the two large characters on it, his expression changing, muttering softly:

"Divine Martial Mansion..."

At this point, it was as if a thunderbolt had straightened all the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

This included why Wang Anfeng had to disguise his identity, the origin of the astonishing aura on him, the fact that this land was Jianan Road, extremely far from Jiangnan Road, and the killings by the Divine Martial Mansion in Jiangnan Road, necessitating concealing his true identity here.

That aura naturally came from the renowned battle of the Divine Martial Mansion.

Watching Tie Lin's changing expressions, shock, regret, guilt, but devoid of hostility, Wang Anfeng's heart felt quite complicated, his original anger dissipating significantly after Dongfang Ximing's safety, feeling complex about Tie Lin, yet still finding it somewhat frightening that the latter could lock onto his criminal record just from brief contact.

He took back the token from Tie Lin's complexly-faced hands, securing it back on his waist, his mind involuntarily wandering a bit.

Tie Lin's acuity and judgment were strong, along with his excellent execution and martial arts capabilities.

But even that wasn't enough.

Because beneath Yi Nanping's Bi'an mask could be the Fufeng Blade Madman, even if one judged him to be the Fufeng Blade Madman, he could actually be the Young Master of the Giant Whale Gang, who was once the Book Keeper, who in reality is the Mansion Master of the Divine Martial Mansion.

The Mansion Master of the Divine Martial Mansion could actually be Yi Nanping.

Each identity had enough stories and clues supporting it.

Each identity had once been vivid enough for others to remember.

Even each identity could be fully documented in the records of the Ministry of Punishment, the Divine Martial Mansion's Mansion Master verified by the inner court's Smiling Tiger, Fufeng Blade Madman clashing with the Fufeng Immortal Pavilion, each identity appearing in different places at different times, possessing different personalities and martial arts.

Wang Anfeng himself felt somewhat shameless.

Unveiling one mask, only to reveal a second, possibly a third, with all believed clues having other explanations that were reasonable and logical, even someone like Tie Lin would struggle to see through it all, and after this suspicion, Tie Lin likely wouldn't associate Yi Nanping with him again.

According to Tie Lin's previously shown character, without more conclusive evidence, he would very likely believe it without doubt, even standing up for Wang Anfeng during special circumstances, vouching on his behalf before other famed captains of the Ministry of Punishment.

Witnessing the regret and guilt on Tie Lin's face, Wang Anfeng, whose true identity was Yi Nanping, a Class B Wanted Criminal of Great Qin, and the Mansion Master of the Divine Martial Mansion, couldn't help but clear his throat lightly to cover his guilt.

Tie Lin, this personality, how to say...